Panther Park [BWP P5] snowclone

the procession of astara’s hungering pains continued. her audience, wastrel-thin, lacked for the same thing as she — a full belly. 

astara could tell her chances here were slim. were she less hungry and more bold, she might have taken what she could. yet she was alone, in a suffocating snowstorm — if she sustained a single injury now, it was very possible she would be the next feast for the wolves enduring the famine. 

her gaze hardened as she looked to Tobias - an edge of accusation in those deep eyes. heironymous was spared that cutting glance.  with a flit of her tail, astara turned down the mountainside with her stomach growling deeply in protest.